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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.