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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Remains to the punk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.