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 Norway and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Wire,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.