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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.