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 Poland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Neon Judgement 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.