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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.