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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.