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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
the Association,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.