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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Circle Jerks to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.