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 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Television,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.