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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Boredoms to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.