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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the disco 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.