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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.