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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.