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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the grime 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
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.