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 China and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
cv313,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.