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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Cure to the disco 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.