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 Comoros and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Skarface,
June Days,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.