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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Yaz,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.