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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks to the electroclash 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
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.