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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.