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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mummies 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.