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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scott Walker to the disco 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Interpol 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.