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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
MDC,
Pylon,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.