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 Jordan and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.