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 Montenegro and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minor Threat to the grime 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.