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 Japan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.