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 Philippines and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s 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 Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.