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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
UT,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.