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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 oboe 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.