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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the techno 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.