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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.