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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.