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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Skriet,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.