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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.