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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.