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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.