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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blake Baxter to the rock 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.