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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare to the disco 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.