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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 guitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.