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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.