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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 snare 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 The Fall to the rock 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
PIL,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.