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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.