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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grunge 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.