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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.