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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.