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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.