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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Slackers to the jazz 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.