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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Brick,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.