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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Slave,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.