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 Yemen and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.