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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.