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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.