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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.