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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.