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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gang of Four to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.