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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Livin' Joy to the rock 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.