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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.