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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.