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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.