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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.