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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pylon to the funk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Symarip,
Gong,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.