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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 The Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.