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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
JFA,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.