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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ossler to the rock 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Wings,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.