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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Sonics 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.