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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.