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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.