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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
The Standells,
The Wake,
June Days,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.