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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Human League to the grime 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.