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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Fugazi 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
UT,
Franke,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.