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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.