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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.