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 Canada and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.