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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 dance 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.