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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Cameo,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.