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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Ten City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
MDC,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.