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 Andorra and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.