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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grauzone to the jazz 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Niagra,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.