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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.