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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.