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 Lithuania 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Happenings to the crunk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Motorama,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Nico,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.