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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.