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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Severed Heads to the grime 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.