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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.