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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 The Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Television,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.