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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.