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 San Marino and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.