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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mark Hollis to the dance 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.