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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.