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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.