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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.