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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the rap 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.