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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.