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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Can,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.