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 Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the grime 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.