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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
This Heat,
The Martian,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.