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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.