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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Tremeloes to the techno 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.