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 Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.