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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 H. Thieme to the disco 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents 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?
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
The Move,
New Order,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.