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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Gories to the techno 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.