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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mr. Review to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.