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 Burundi and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Dead C to the electroclash 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.