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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Faust,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.