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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.