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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Green to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.