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 Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon 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?
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
UT,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.