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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.