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 Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.