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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.