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 Maldives and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.