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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.