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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Faust,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.