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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.