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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.