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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.