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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Sisters of Mercy 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.