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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Standells to the grunge 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.