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 Belgium 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slackers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.