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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Shoche,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.