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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.