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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 the Slits to the electroclash 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
10cc,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.