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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Royal Trux to the disco 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.