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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Names to the rock 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.