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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.