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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Television,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.