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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Robert Görl to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.