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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.