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 Palau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.