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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Magma,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.