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 Chad and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.