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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.