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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.