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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.