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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Shoche,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Fear,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.