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 Philippines and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat to the rock 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.