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 Honduras and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.