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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.