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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
MC5,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.