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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
MDC,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.