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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.