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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Martian to the grime 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.