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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 UT to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.