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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rakim to the rock 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.