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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Metal Thangz to the dance 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
UT,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.