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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.