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 Grenada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Television,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.