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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Circle Jerks to the rap 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.