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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Zapp,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.