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 Denmark and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.