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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.