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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.