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 Germany and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.