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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.