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 Poland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.