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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.