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 Egypt and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Moebius to the rap 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.