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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.