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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
PIL,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.