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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.