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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.