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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Little Man,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.