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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gichy Dan to the techno 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Television,
10cc,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.