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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the dance 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.