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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Slave to the crunk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
The Names,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.