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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 R.M.O. to the dance 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.