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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.