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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 The Gories to the electroclash 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.