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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 The Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks 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?
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.