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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Skatalites to the electroclash 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.