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 India and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Lyres,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.