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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.