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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the rap 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.