Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.