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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Golliwogs to the crunk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.