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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.