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 Albania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.