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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.