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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Swans,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.