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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.