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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.