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 Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
New Order,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Wire,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.