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 Comoros 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Q65,
UT,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.