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 San Marino and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.