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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.