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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.