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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aural Exciters to the disco 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.