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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Sight & Sound to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.