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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
PIL,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.