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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.