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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.