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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.