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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slackers to the disco 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.