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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.