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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Wings,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.