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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.