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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.