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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.