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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.