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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Index,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.