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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.