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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tom Boy to the jazz 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.