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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Slackers to the crunk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.