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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Can,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.