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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the grime 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Brick,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.