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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.