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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.