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 Canada and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Negative Approach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party 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?
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.