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 Algeria and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the grime 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.