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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.