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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Hasil Adkins to the punk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
the Swans,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.