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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Hoover,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.