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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Alton Ellis to the techno 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.