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 Gabon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 John Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.