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 St Lucia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Franke,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.