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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.