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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Smog,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.