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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.