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 Syria 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.