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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.