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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ludus to the rock 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
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.