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 Moldova and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Byron Stingily to the rap 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.