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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Invisible to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.