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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 synthesizer 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 New York Dolls to the grunge 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.