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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.