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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Sugar Minott 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.