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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.