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 Tajikistan 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Pantytec to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.