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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.