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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Scientists to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Franke,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.