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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Sun Ra to the dance 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Victims,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.