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 Algeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.