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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 linndrum 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 The Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.