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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.