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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.