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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.