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 Kiribati and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.