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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.