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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.