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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.