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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.