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 Italy and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Franke,
June of 44,
Can,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.