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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.