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 Serbia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.