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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.