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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CMW to the grime 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.