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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 The Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.