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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.