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 Tanzania 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 Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.