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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Kayak to the electroclash 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.