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 Samoa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.