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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Move to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.