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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Khruangbin to the crunk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.