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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selecter to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
the Swans,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.