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 South Africa 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gories to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.