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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.