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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the rock 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.