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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
The Index,
the Swans,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.