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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
EPMD,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.