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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the grunge 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.