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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Suicide,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.