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 Andorra and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.