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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.