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 Palau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Echospace to the techno 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.