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 Belarus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trojans to the electroclash 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.