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 Estonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.