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 Kosovo and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.