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 Iran and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Vogues to the electroclash 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.