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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.