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 Poland 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the techno 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.