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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.