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 San Marino and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.