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 Angola and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 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 The Flesh Eaters to the punk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.