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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.