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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the disco 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.