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 Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.