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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Five Americans to the crunk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.