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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Television 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.