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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.