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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.