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 Pakistan 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.