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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.