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 Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
UT,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.