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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.