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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Television,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.