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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the grime 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Smog,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.