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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.