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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.