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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.