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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the rap 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.