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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Television Personalities 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.