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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.