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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.