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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.