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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.