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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.