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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Television,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.