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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Misunderstood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.