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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.