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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
UT,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.