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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bang On A Can to the funk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.