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 Norway and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Y Pants to the disco 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.