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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.