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 Libya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Television Personalities to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.