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 Mexico and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Fall to the dance 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.