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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Chrome to the dance 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.