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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.