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 Cuba and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.