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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
June Days,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.