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 Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.