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 Marshall Islands 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.