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 Kenya and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.