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 Iraq and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 the Association to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
AZ,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.