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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 David Bowie to the rap 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.