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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Franke,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.