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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.