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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.