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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.