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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.