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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.