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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.