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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
DNA,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.