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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Japan,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Smog,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.