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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.