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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Association to the rock 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.