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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.