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 Belarus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
New Order,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.