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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Talk Talk to the disco 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.