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 Malawi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the dance 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
New Order,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.