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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Minutemen to the techno 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.