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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 John Cale to the grime 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.