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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Yellowson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
The Names,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.