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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.