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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.