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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.