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 Chad and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.