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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Nico,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.