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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Five Americans to the grunge 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.