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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the funk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.