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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the grime 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Gong,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.