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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Technova,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.