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 Korea South and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.