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 Denmark and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the grime 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.