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 Qatar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Last Poets to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Slave,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.