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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.