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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.