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 Zambia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.