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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Standells to the grunge 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.