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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Los Fastidios to the funk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.