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 Suriname 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.