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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Japan to the funk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.