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 Rwanda 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.