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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.