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 Angola and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Pole,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.