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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Duran Duran to the crunk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.