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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.