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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Can,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.