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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Quando Quango to the crunk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.