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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
The Names,
Japan,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.