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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 DNA to the punk 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.