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 Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 New Christs to the electroclash 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Rekid,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.