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 Indonesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.