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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.