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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Television,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.