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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.