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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gories to the rock 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Shoche,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.