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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
JFA,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.