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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.