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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Monks to the punk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.