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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.