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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Deepchord to the dance 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.