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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.