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 Togo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 the Germs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.