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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.