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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
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 synthesizer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.