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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Zero Boys to the rap 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
The Gories,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.