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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.