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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.