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 Comoros 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.