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 Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.