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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.