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 Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.