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 Niger and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Jandek,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.