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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
AZ,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
The Wake,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.