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 Chad and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.