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 Honduras and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Skarface to the grunge 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.