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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Quadrant to the funk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Monks,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.