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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.