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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.