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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.