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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Cowsills,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.