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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.