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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the techno 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.