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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.