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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Fear,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.