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 Andorra and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.