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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.