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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Jandek to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.