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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the disco 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Skarface 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 electroclash 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.