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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Monks,
The Associates,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.