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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.