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 Japan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.