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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.