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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Whodini,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.