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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.