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 Qatar 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Soft Cell to the grunge 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.