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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Althea and Donna to the grime 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.