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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.