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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.