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 Malawi and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Jandek,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.