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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.