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 Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Can,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.