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 Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.