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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.