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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.