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 Oman and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.