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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Motorama,
AZ,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.