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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
ABC,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.