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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 David Axelrod to the grunge 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Gong,
CMW,
Scion,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.