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 South Africa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.