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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive 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?
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.