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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.