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 India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 harpsichord 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.