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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Procol Harum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.