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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Lalann to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
June Days,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.