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 Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.