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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Das Ding 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.