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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.