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 Congo and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.