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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.