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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.