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 Cuba and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.