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 Kuwait 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the grunge 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.