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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.