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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lyres to the punk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.