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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.