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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Section 25,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.