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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.