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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 chamberlin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves 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?
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.