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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bobby Womack 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Swans,
Faust,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
JFA,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.