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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Wire,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.