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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.