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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.