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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Index,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.