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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.