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 Greece and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Monks,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.