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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.