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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Nas,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.