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 Turkmenistan 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.