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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 MC5 to the rock 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave 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?
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.