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 Oman and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.