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 Georgia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.