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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gories to the techno 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.