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 Antigua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the jazz 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.