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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.