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 Gabon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Visage,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.