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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 The Selecter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.