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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.