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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 L. Decosne to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.