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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the techno 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Organ,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.