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 Luxembourg and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.