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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.