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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.