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 Germany and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.