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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.