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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.