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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.