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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Japan,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.