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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the electroclash 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.