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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Niagra 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s 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 Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.