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 Yemen and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
PIL,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.