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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.