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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magazine to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.