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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.