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 Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultravox to the grime 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.