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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Faraquet 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.