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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
MC5,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.