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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Brick,
The Index,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.