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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ohio Players 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Organ,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.