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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the rock 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.