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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.