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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.