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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker to the funk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.