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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.