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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the disco 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
X-102,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.