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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.