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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the electroclash 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Scion,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Index,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.