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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the techno 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.