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 Austria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 The Fall to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.