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 Albania and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.