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 Syria 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the grunge 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.