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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.