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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Pylon to the funk 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.