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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.