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 Israel 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gun Club to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.