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 Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the techno 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.