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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the disco 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.