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 Afghanistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.