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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
cv313,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Can,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.