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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.