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 Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.