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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.