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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
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 sitar 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 Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.