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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.