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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the grime 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.