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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Fear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.