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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Gong,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
JFA,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.