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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.