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 Norway and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.