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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.