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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.